Snow Days


Have you ever wandered through the forest after a good snowfall? If you haven’t had the chance. I’m sorry. If you have had the chance and not taken it- what are you waiting for? Wandering through the woods before deer make their new trails- before the squirrels dig up their nuts and the mice create their tunnels, is magical.

Lifting the veil off our ever day eyes and creeping into the wild world beyond the forest edge can give us piece of mind. The kind we search for daily. When you enter that world with a fresh blanket of snow it seems easier to stay on track. The mind doesn’t get effected by the distractions it normally would.

As we stare out at a clean slate. The trees seem take prominence. The grays and browns stand out. For once- we can see the forest for what it is. We can appreciate the beauty of the habitat and not concentrate on its inhabitants.


Focus on the beauty of the cleanliness of a winter wonderland. Let yourself get lost in the blank space in between the trees. You’ll be amazed at the amount of life’s problems you can solve in the peace and quiet of the snow burdened forest.

Feelings of guilt or senses of not being where you want to be in life may creep up.  Letting ourselves get caught up in the social media hype. It’s ok. Those other things can wait. Take a step back and marvel at the stillness of the world around you. Be content.

Even in the simpler times of “1923” Robert Frost wrote one of my favorite poems about this very issue and the lure of a snowy forest.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


Whose woods these are I think I know

His house is in the village though:

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of the easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

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